I’ve been accused of hardcore cynicism in my time.
But well, life’s like a cat. It scratches me and then wraps itself around my legs. It finds me when I am feeling low and sits with me. Life endears itself to me, again and again.
In my hurry to leave for work, I left some chia seeds at the bottom of a jug of water. Without even seeing the light of the sun or caring to obtain my permission, these little devils sprouted on the side of my vessel. On one side, their roots unfurled all the way down to the shallow water; on the other, their long, green necks stretched to catch a taste of that promised glory, the nourishing touch of sunlight.
Eager, eager, eager: to grow, to be, to take up space.
4 days later, returning from the earthly matters that take up most of my time, I need my jug. And I find this illegal arrangement.
But really, at this point, what else can you do?
When you see these roots clinging, these tender leaves already crawling to the sun — when you see such desperation for life and you consider the pains it took to be itself, just, what else can you do?
I got my hands dirty digging around for some fresh soil. Out of an old cup, I fashioned a plant-holder and very gently peeled back every transparent root and laid them out into some earth.
I gave them fresh water and their first taste of sunlight. And a name.
Zenith the Zealous.
Wasn’t I once like that before? Eager for life, fighting for it. And now, if I can help another life grow, won’t that just be beautiful?
Quote of the day:
“There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.”
— J.R.R Tolkien
Note: So this really is the day when I get emotional about chia seeds huh? 😂